1776 The New Cast Recording movie - Piddle, Twiddle and Resolve lyrics
rate me<br>
Adams:<br>
I do believe you've laid a curse on North America<br>
A curse that we now here rehearse in Philadelphia<br>
A second flood, a simple famine<br>
Plagues of locusts everywhere<br>
Or a cataclysmic earthquake<br>
I'd accept with some despair<br>
But, no, you sent us Congress.<br>
Good God, sir, was that fair?<br>
<br>
I say it with humility in Philadelphia<br>
We're your responsibility in Philadephia<br>
If you don't want to see us hanging <br>
From some far-off British hill<br>
If you don't want the voice of independency<br>
Forever still<br>
Then God, sir, get thee to it<br>
For Congress never will<br>
<br>
You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve<br>
Not one damn thing do we solve<br>
Piddle, twiddle, and resolve<br>
Nothing's ever solved in<br>
Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy<br>
Philadephia!<br>
<br>
They may sit here for years and years in Philadelphia.<br>
These indecisive grenadiers of Philadelphia.<br>
They can't agree on what is right and wrong <br>
Or what is good or bad; I'm convinced<br>
The only purpose this Congress ever had<br>
Was to gather here specifically<br>
To drive John Adams mad!<br>
<br>
You see, we piddle, twiddle, and resolve<br>
Not one damn thing do we solve<br>
Piddle, twiddle, and resolve<br>
Nothing's ever solved in<br>
Foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy<br>
Philadephia!<br>
Congress:<br>
Someone oughta open up a window! <br>
Adams:<br>
Oh good God! <br>
Abigail:<br>
John, John, is that you carrying on, John?<br>
<br>
Just tell the Congress to declare independency<br>
Then sign your name, get out of there and <br>
Hurry home to me<br>
Our children all have dysentery<br>
Little Tom keeps turning blue<br>
Little Abbey has the measles<br>
And I'm coming down with flu<br>
They say we may get smallpox<br>
Adams:<br>
Madam, what else is new? <br>
Abigail:<br>
There's one thing every woman's missed in<br>
Massachusetts Bay<br>
Don't smirk at me, you egotist; pay<br>
Heed to what I say<br>
We've gone from Framingham to Boston<br>
And we cannot find a pin<br>
"Don't you know there's a war on?"<br>
Say the tradesmen with a grin<br>
Well, we will not make saltpeter<br>
Until you send us pins!<br>
Both:<br>
Till then, till then<br>
I am as I ever was and ever shall be<br>
Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours <br>
Adams:<br>
Saltpeter, John <br>
Abigail:<br>
Pins, Abigail <br>
Congress:<br>
For God's sake, John, sit down<br>
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